Back in March, just before I found out about my diagnosis, my very awesome bestie, Sandi, gave me a clover plant. It was right before St. Patrick's Day. She said something to the effect that she was hoping it would bring me good luck with my biopsy, etc.
Those who know me well know that I am not a very good plantkeeper. They don't usually make it. I really do try and I'm not sure if it's over- or under-watering them that's the problem, but let's just say that I'm lucky my children are still alive. ;-). Anyhoo, the plant has lost a LOT of leaves. I probably should've transplanted it into something bigger a couple months ago. Hey, maybe that's another problem. I've thought it was dead and almost thrown it out, but something has kept me from doing that. This plant has been part of my journey.
I haven't come across a 4 leaf clover YET, but I'm not losing hope. And even if it doesn't happen, it's okay. I'm okay with the fact that I'm a better cancer survivor (or shall we say cancer ass-kicker!) than a plant keeper or clover grower. I'll let you know if I find a four leaf clover.
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